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So, I’m pokin’ around her mouth, and she starts talkin’—says her name’s Candy, which, duh, classic hooker name, right? I’m like, “Candy, darlin’, them teeth ain’t sweet!” She laughs, this raspy giggle, and I’m hooked—happy as a pig in mud. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy-ass movie I love. You know that line, “It’s a sign of guilt”? Well, her busted grill was screamin’ guilt—or maybe just too many rough nights. Haneke’d have a field day with her story, all dark and twisted.

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Ms Balmain attended several appointments that afternoon including with her escort agency and a client. It was meant to be her last shift as a sex worker. But she wasn't seen again publicly .

I gotta tell, dear, there be paths less trodden. The harbour view at Mort Bay doth give thee a view of the mighty Sydney Harbour—its silver waves reflect thy deepest dreams and darkest fears. And honestly, i luv the wind there, how it sometimes tickles me and makes me chuckle uncontrollably.

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